Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | February 21, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Dancing Socrates

by Julian Tuwim (1894 – 1953).


The Dancing Socrates (1929)


I roast in the sun, old wretch…

I lie, and yawn, I stretch.

Old am I, but full of pep:

When I take a slug from the cup

I sing.                                                                             

My ancient bones bask in the sun’s glow,

And my curly, wise, grey head.

In that wise head, like woods in spring

Hums and hums a wiser wine.

Eternal thoughts flow and flow,

Like time.



(Translated by A Giloe)



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